[ritual 10 - this is the greatest show]

[crittersheep]

WHO: A blossoming new Weed amidst a garden of sheep
WHERE: the pasture just outside the town's fence
WHEN: day 30, nighttime

COME ONE! COME ALL!! STEP RIGHT UP FOR THE GRANDEST SHOW OF YOUR LIFE! WATCH WITH BATED BREATH AS YOU ARE ENCHANTED AND MYSTIFIED, DRAGGED INTO THE COLORFUL REALM OF TALE AFTER TALE, TOLD BY THE REMARKABLY TALENTED. . . JESTER'S JOYFUL DRAMA CLUB!!

[the voice is echoing and booming, rolling across the entire pasture like thunder. those who hear its call are drawn beyond the fence of the village, either by natural curiosity or a compulsion that forces their legs forward]

[beyond the fence, someone has set up a beautiful outdoor stage. In the center of the stage is a freshly conjured blood rune! and in the middle of that rune stands a demon ram, dressed like a circus ringleader, top hat tucked between his hooves. as people arrive, he sweeps a wooly arm in front of himself, taking a bow to greet everyone with dramatic bravo]

[are you ready for this??]

Comments

[survivaltricks]

[MELODY???]

[the noises he makes increase as he tries to yank himself from her grip. NOW IS NOT THE TIME?????]

[axingnicely]

Don't-- Don't die again, Lupin!

[ but he can get free ]

[survivaltricks]

[THANK GOD]

[JERKING BACK, turning away from her so the bundle of cannibalism isn't facing her. he turns to look at her from over his shoulder, expression bemused. he's not dead???]

[axingnicely]

N-No, Lupin, please...!

[ ya girl got bit but she's sinking to her knees and tearfully staring at.... nothing? ]

[survivaltricks]

[. . . o-- oh]

[oh?]

[is she. . .]

[god he wishes he could talk. he wishes he could call out her name and break her free from whatever trance has captivated her. but he can't. he can't even get close without risking her being bitten by Yata. this sucks!! this whole day sucks!!!]

[crouching next to her, keeping a safe distance, but trying to stay. . . close]

[axingnicely]

[ it's fine she already got bit she continues to bleed and cry over.... fucking nothing? ]

...N-No...!

[survivaltricks]

[. . . turning his back towards her, but only so he can scoot even closer. Yata in his arms is still facing away from her, but. . . he can rest his back against her shoulder]

[a bit of contact!1 maybe. . . that will ground her]

[axingnicely]

[ sorry buddy she's too busy crying over your corpse that is definitely real and right there for a minute ]

[survivaltricks]

[he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates--]

[hE WIL LEAN AGAINST HER AS MUCH AS HE CAN WITH CANNIBAL YATA IN HIS ARMS]